Paul Barker, 54, Launceston, Tas.
My Monday meeting was about to start when my phone rang. It was August 2009, and I was working at my office in Launceston.
It was my pop, Lew, 87, so I quickly answered.
“Shane’s dead,” he said, voice shaking.
I froze with shock. Since leaving our hometown, I hadn’t seen my brother, Shane, 36, often but we’d always been close.
Two years earlier though, he’d separated from his wife of five years, Rachel, and I wondered if that and time away from his daughter, Sophie, five, had taken too great a toll.
“Did he harm himself?” I asked Pop.
“No, it looks to be a heart attack,” he replied.
My mind reeled. Shane was in good shape and loved the great outdoors, even securing…
